How common is it to hear a person say, I myself do not object to this style of composition, or this or that expression, but, to such and such classes of people it will appear …

February is a weird month. I like it because it’s short, but I like the shortness of it because I hate everything else about it. As a kid, I read somewhere that it’s the coldest …

And now, a Tomato Nation first: the follow-up column. I have an unofficial policy regarding follow-up columns, namely that I never write them because, if I didn’t get the job done the first time around, …

It’s Martin Luther King Day today. I suspect that, when it rolls around each year, most of us don’t spend the day ruminating on Reverend King’s contributions to society or anything. We just look at …

I made a couple of New Year’s resolutions this year. I don’t bother, ordinarily, since the average New Year’s resolution is pointless, unrealistic, and destined to go the way of the Edsel by Valentine’s Day, …

So the two of you get in the car at 8:47 in the morning for the ten-hour land-speed dash to Toronto. You’ve got coffee. You’ve got snacks. You’ve got maps. It’s snowing to beat the …

It’s Monday again. I had a houseguest over the weekend, and while the houseguest rocked my world, the pile of work which I ignored in favor of houseguest fun times did not, and I have …

It’s Monday. I slept poorly last night, partly because I ate a snack about an hour before going to bed and had utterly bizarre chocolate-fueled dreams involving Tom Skerritt and a merry-go-round as a result, …

Nobody likes commercials. We might enjoy individual commercials, of course – the recent Volkswagen ad campaign, for example, or the “whaaaazzzaaaap” ads before the parodies got so played out – but on the whole, we …

I hired an intern recently – namely, my brother Mr. Stupidhead. It’s working out really well; not only can I send him out into the world to deal with obnoxious errands like going to (read: …